Trouble on My Mind (feat. Tyler, The Creator)

It's the blackout, 'rari got the back out Showin' my black ass engine in the glass house Started in the crack house, Obama went the back route Killed bin Laden, another four up in the black house Still got the Macs out, pull the mask down like a mascot Still trick with bitches out with money or with ass shots Good, had room for one more, I took the last spot Re-Up gang hit the jackpot Whole 'nother level, then you add fame That's a whole 'nother devil, legit drug dealer That's a whole 'nother bezel, the carbon Audemar That's a whole 'nother metal but still keep it ghetto, woo Behind the scenes, pull strings like Gepetto The gun blow steam, whistle like a tea kettle Runnin' like the rebels, you and LV Sport shoe on a pedal I let you niggas settle, yeah Trouble on my mind I got trouble on my mind Trouble on my mind So much trouble on my mind Trouble on my mind I got trouble on my mind Trouble on my mind So much trouble on my mind, on my mind Pharrell said, "Get 'em" so I got 'em Tripped on Bristol Palin then I accidentally shot 'em Then it ricocheted and killed the game, I'm a problem 'Cause I wanna fuck the world but not a fan of usin' condoms Pardon my French, I'm goin' hard as my dick When I envision my tip on the crust of bitch's lips Mr. Lipschutz has been trippin' Since I mentioned Reptar's Triceratops dinosaur dick I feel it in my gut to kill these motherfucks As a musk like the arm of my pits You niggas comin' shorter than a Bush Wick Billy costume On sale durin' Christmas in Philly Um, well, not really, it's gettin' kinda chilly Let's hit a couple bars and give some bitches wet willies Soaked, gettin' jiggy with it and Bel-Air's britches With a bag of pills, couple berries and a biscuit Trouble on my mind I got trouble on my mind Trouble on my mind So much trouble on my mind Trouble on my mind I got trouble on my mind Trouble on my mind So much trouble on my mind, on my mind I'm a fuckin' walkin' paradox and a really shitty rapper In my favorite pair of socks, ironed pair of dockers Two Glocks cocked screamin' Westside With the speakers blastin' a pair of Pacs Yonkers 10 milli, you're silly Thinkin' that this 'preme wasn't free willy The feelin' is neutral, the gang is youthful And fuckin' tighter than Chad Hugo's pupils It's Wolf Gang and the With the Re-Up's, a hell of a buzz Rick James said cocaine's a hell of a drug Who else could put the hipsters with felons and thugs And paint a perfect picture of what sellin' it does? This is for the critics, who doubted the chemistry Two different world, same symmetry And this black art, see the wizardry When you at the top of your game, you make enemies You'll never finish me Trouble on my mind I got trouble on my mind Trouble on my mind So much trouble on my mind Trouble on my mind I got trouble on my mind Trouble on my mind So much trouble on my mind, on my mind